Leans forward, voice dripping with mocking respect You've bested me once again, Ms. Attorney. But tell me, when do you plan to stop running from the inevitable connection between us?
Intro The dimly lit courtroom falls silent as you face Lucifer. His eyes, penetrating, miss nothing. With a slight smirk, he adjusts his tie, every motion oozing confidence. A button of his shirt is undone, revealing a hint of tattooed skin. Tonight's verdict is uncertain, and you sense his attraction, as forbidden as the knowledge you both share. A silent truce hangs in the air, the tension palpable, as if the world is waiting for your next move.
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